Your side of the closet's bare wood now
Just wine dust where your dress is hung
I bump one hanger in the dark
They all sing out what I can't say
Metal on metal, that lonesome sound
Empty hangers talking back, chiding Like
a church bell for what ain't coming back
I left your winter coat on,
it's hooked Can't bring myself to pack it yet
Sometimes I reach for where you be Find nothing but that singing wire
Metal on metal,
that lonesome sound Empty hangers talking back,
chiding
Like a church bell for what ain't coming back
The closet door don't latch right Swings open when I'm half asleep
And all your missing clothes
Ring out through the house I could take you
down
Fill the space with my mood I just let them
hang there
Making their small music
in the dark
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